It came over me that I shouldn’t.
“No,” I said, “I should say not.”
“That’s the first honest thing you ever said to me,” she said.
“No, it isn’t,” I said.
“It is, too,” was her rejoinder.
“It’s nothing of the kind,” I said.
“Yes, it is!” she said, her petulant temper getting the better of her.
So we parted on that, and I often think how lucky I am to have escaped from Elaine’s distrust of honesty, and from her violent and passionate temper.
Maude
Maude and I might have been happy together. She was not the kind you couldn’t be candid with. She used to say she admired honesty and sincerity above all other traits. And she was deeply interested in me, which was natural enough, as I had no reservations, no reticences from her. I believed that when you cared about a girl it was wrong to have secrets from her.